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GP Wu lyrics - Don't Go Against the Grain

Life Bid

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Breathe out, breathe in, breathe out Yo yo hold on hold on hold on hold on hold on hold on hold on Before we do that, before we do that before we do that Let my man burn, let my man burn real quick This is for the ladies you know cause niggas be sayin we don't be lookin out I want y'all to feel this a little somethin And if y'all know the song, no no no dis- If y'all know the song, sing along, it's a remix, word up, check it (Remix for who?) For G.P., for G.P. nigga Don't be disrespectful nigga G.P. nigga (aiiight, aiiight, talk about it) Last night You sucked somethin special outta me (What? A fuckin nut?) Uh huh And for the first time I got my dick sucked for free (What, for free?) Uh huh Check out what she told me tho, she said She said do you want me to use protection I told the bitch of course But you can still lick my balls She said Pop can I ask your black ass one more question I told her hell no Last night (what she do, what she do) You sucked somethin special outta me (Aiiight aiiight now, where we leave off at) [Rubberbands] Niggas callin theyself the shit, packin full clips in a whip Drivin hip hop right off a cliff Goin nowhere, fantasizin with the art When I retire my first album'll still be up on the charts With a bullet, saw my mom screamin for the rest of my life I can't rap, she can kill that She don't know about the Illuminati soldiers Sometimes it feels like I got the weight of the world on my shoulders Misguided ones on the block slingin boulders Eighteen years old and got criminal records instead of diplomas Goin nowhere fast Right into a brick wall, the road is wet so we crash About the whip and dip before I had you can Sayin maybe it wouldn't have happened if I was sober Or wishin that I could live my whole life over But I'm a Libra so I sit back and look forward to October We got the hits, tracks that make you flip your lids G.P. bout to do this life bid in this business [Down Low Recka] We stay true, the G.P. debut Smacks you, lyrically attacks you and your crew Up against the wall and turn your metals into copper A real hip hopper, think nada, don't matter You might be phatter, but what it takes I don't see it in ya My whole click about to get into shit Brothers comin up as slaves Learnin how to use brainwaves to control paydays Niggas like us with magic stays While the car hustlers get grazed and nosy cats strays You can't last in a billion dollar world Tryin to get a billion dollar girl Doin big B-I lookin dead into my future Keep up cause you'll hate me if I lose ya We got the hits, tracks that make you flip your lids G.P. bout to do this life bid in this business Hit son, the one you thought was number one Is now number two to my crew [Pop The Brown Hornet] Puff puff give, G.P. got to live We been rhymin on the mic ever since we was kids And now we full grown, callin shots with no phone The wick's been lit leavin the rap world blown Beyond repair, beats thick like peasy hair Rap heads love me like alcoholics love beer We's a perfect combo, save the bullshit convo You beatin me that's like the Knicks beatin Chicago Can't happen, captain caught a ticket for speed rappin But they droppin charges cause I kept the crowd clappin No we goin platinum, Rerun, what's happenin Takin the world by storm like the Jacksons Shit, you better search for the G.P. logo If you want that bomb ass shit that drives you loco Produced by RNS and DLR I touch it up with the lyrics watch the shit go far My destiny's comfortability Playin up not too far from military artillary Not for manos but for protection A lot of cats got the venom in em and I'ma pop em [June Luva] I got plenty niggas down for whatever Sewin up stitchin up projects whatever Do or die situations you be facin Goin up against the Grain nigga feel the pain My soldiers they lined up ready to bust with no fuss Keepin it real, it gats we trust Niggas be under pressure when I'm stompin Run things from New York to Compton And all the crews inbetween (why's that June) I don't know All I know is they got to go Cause they can stop the show from goin on, it must succeed If not the next man bleeds We got the hits, tracks that make you flip your lids G.P. bout to do this life bid in this business Hit son, the one you thought was number one Is now number two to my crew The hits, tracks that make you flip your lids G.P. bout to do this life bid in this business Hit son, the one you thought was number one Is now number two to my crew

What Would You Do

EAZY-E "Str8 Off Tha Streetz of Muthaphukkin Compton"
INSIDE THE MINDS OF REAL G'S DEATH ROW IS LOOKED UPON AS THE STUDIO GANSTERS OF THE 90'S A JOKE HAHAHAHA IN A GAMECALLED 5 MINUTES OF FAME YOU WASTED 4 MIMUTES NOW YOU GOT SECONDS LEFT KICK IT COME ONE COME ALL AND LET ME RIDE NIGGA EAZY-E CPT HOW THE HELL YOU FIGURE TO BE THE BEST ON THE WEST HU YA FOOL LOKED DOWN THIS IS EAST SIDE NIGGA SOUTH COMTON AND I PUT IT ON THE MAP SO WHEN A DOG POUND CRIP YOU WANNA SCRAP AND THAT COMIN STRAIGHT FROM THE RUTHLESS GANSTER EAZY-E NOW WHAT WOULD I DO HAHA LETS SEE NOW I WOULD TAKE ON SUGAS LOCKED DOWN THE ROW SINCE DRE IS A BITCH PIMP SLAP THE HOE NOW I'M SEEING DOUBLES MAN TWO DOGS IN A HUDDLE AA GOD DAME NOW DIGGIDI DAZE I BIGGIDI BLAST ON RIGHT ONE AND SMOKE THAT AZZ NOW KURUPT DONT EVEN SET TRIP YELLIN LONG BEACH 60 BLOOD AND PUPPY POUND CRIP REALLY DOE GOT MY NUTS ON YOUR CHIN WHILL I'M ALL IN YOUR PHILLY HOE SO COME WITH IT FOOL AND TEST YOUR LUCK AND I'LL BEAT THAT AZZ NOW CALL ME KURUPT NOW I'M KREEPIN THREW THE FOG YA BIG DOGG BLUE GOT MY NINE MILLA KILLA HUNTING A DOGG NAMED SNOOP YOU CAN RUN NIGGA BUT YOU CAN'T HIDE EAZY-E STRAIGHT CREEPIN ON THE EAST SIDE 7 TENLONG BEACH SOUTH CAUGHT SNOOP FREE BASIN IN A ROCK HOUSE I KICKS IN DA DOOR I SAID IT BEFOE I NEVER LET NO BUSTA TEST ME NO MORE BANG MURDER WAS THE CASE THAT TEY GAVE ME MURDER WAZ THE CASE THAT THEY GAVE ME I'LL SMOKE ALL YOU FOOLS EVEN YOU BOO BOO AND YOUR BABY MURDER WAS THE CASE THAT THEY GAVE ME WATCH OUT BUDDIE BOY WATCH YOUR BACK YEA WHAT WOULD YOU DO WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF WE ROLLED ON YOU (SO DONT EVEN THINK ABOUT STEPPIN IN THE GOD DAMN HOUSE) WHAT WOULD YOU DO WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF WE ROLLED ON YOU WHAT WOULD YOU DO WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF WE ROLLED ON YOU WHAT WOULD YOU DO WHAT WOULD YOU DO DIRTY RED I COMES ON THE SNAKE HITTIN NIGGAS LOW WITH THE CAVEY ASS FLOW AS I KREEP THROUGH THE STREET PEEPING NIGGAS FROM DEATH ROW BET YOU WANNA KNOW WHICH ONE MAKE THE BEST HOE SO LET ME BREAK IT DOWN AS I'M LOST IN THE MIST AND TAKE WORD OF ADVICE AND DONT COME FUCKING WITH THIS AINT A JOKE NIGGAS CHOKE FROME THE SMOKE THAT I BLAZE PURPLE HAZE YOU BE DAZED IN A STUN I'LL PUT YOU ON YOUR BACK NIGGA WHAT? I AM THE GUESS IN A DOGGY DOGG WORLD NEVER RUN WITH MUSS ONLY NUTS IN THEIR CLICK AND DICK IN YOUR MOUTH THE YEAR IS 95 AND I'M RUNNIN THE HOUSE NOW TELL WHAT CAN YOU DO NIGGA WHAT CAN YOU DO IF ME AND A FEW OF MY HOMIES CAME THROUGH DUMMPIN REAL ON YOU TRICKMADE BITCHMADE NIGGAS WHAT COULD YOU DO WHAT COULD YOU DO IF WE ROLLED ON YOU YAA SO DONT EVEN THINK ABOUT STEPIN IN THE GOD DAMN HOUSE DR. DRE STRAIGHT BUSTA NEVA BROKE A LAW IN HIS LIFE BESIDES BEATING UP RICKY HARRIS'S WIFE HAHA SNOOP DOGG FROM A HIGH TOP FADE TO SPORTIN BRAIDS NOW HE'S LAID FAME NO FOURTUNE AND GETTING PLAYED NOT PAYED PLAYED TREATED LIKE A PROSTITUTE AND WE ALL KNOW WHO'S DOIN THE PIMPIN DAZ DONT BE A FOLLOWA BE A LEADER AND STAY OFF THE NEXTS MANS NUTS KURUPT THE KING PING STICK WITH THE 60'S CAUSE YOU DONT NEED THOSE OTHER HOES CAUSE THEY'RE ABOUT TO GO UP IN YA BUT ONLY YOU LET UM HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA DEATH ROW REALLY DOE BABYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY BANG AHHHH

Armageddon

Mo Thugs And Family
Armageddon Krayzie, Souljah Boy, Mo! Hart, Felecia, and Thug Queen -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Krayzie Bone The time has come...Let us unite...Mo! Thug Queen My heavenly father's children (Felecia My heavenly father) the time has come for judgement/ Armageddon/ False prophets never blend in/ For we are revelation angels descending for our sins (KB My Lordy-Lord) No need to pretend For providin' me oxygen, I loved since I began/ Prayin' to wash away my sins/ Babylon the Great, has fallen Offsprings of the wicked one, crawlin'/ Fearin' that their Lord is callin'/ Bless these seeds of the Almighty. (So much hostility installed in me) Destination of the infamous (burn eternally) Bless these seeds of the Almighty (So much hostility installed in). Destination of any earth(burn eternally) Krayzie Oh, look what we've done, what have we brung? Oh, look what we've done, what have we brung? Souljah Boy It's Armageddon/ Pay attention/ You better recognize, the end is comin' You'll be wishin' it wasn't time to die cuz I can see and I can feel it/ It's all in my bones And ain't no tellin' when you livin', you're dead and gone, but strong We come through this war/ I thought you knew it's over/ We recruit, they loot and loot You better be prepared to shoot/ So look out boy (And it's really comin') Uh-oh, uh-oh Krayzie No no, not no evil system/ Armageddon bring new kingdom Hey, tell me where you runnin' too, cuz when I find youYou're marked by the beast So you're not a surviver/ So it's time to die, kiss ourselves good-bye/ The whole world bites the dust, couldn't live; we're corrupted up Souljah Boy Enough, get up and get yourself together/ Get your kids Cuz they rebellin', got to learn 'em the lesson/ It's tough, you're brought Caught up in your own web/ And it's your fault, got no pulse/ Armageddon 'bout havin' you broke off, but, still you don't wanna learn, learn (Standin' too) close to that fire, get burned, burned Krayzie Murda is comin' to get us (believe it) Can see it in front of your face (You can feel it) I hear all the screamin'/ The vision of killin' us, swiftly finna get rid of us wicked ones/ It's the end of the world/ Puttin' us all in a coffin/ But y'all don't be feelin' me now? How silly can we be? It's judgement day as we speak (speak) And there ain't no other road (No!) Death is the only way to go, slow Murda is comin' to get us, split us, all within time/ Armageddon... -Refrain (Felecia)- Armageddon (armageddon) The end is comin'(The end is comin') You better get ready(You better get ready) Oh, Armageddon(Armageddon) Krayzie Armageddon/ Destruction rollin' over us in murderous ways Killin' you, everybody, see? Did anybody pray? But it's much too late If you have not been chose on Judgement Day/ Bloody fate/ And you can't say 'Wait!' Can you imagine? See, your life can end and I mean your life's just flashin' (Poof!) Gon' do, gon' do? You gon' live the rest of your life Or do you wan' die with the rest of your life, life? Somebody callin' me Tellin' me, 'You better get up, the end is comin'! It's comin'!' They comin'!' Yes!'And I mean it!' I know it, I know it's near!' Look here, ha! You ain't tryin' to be outside when the sun no longer shine, that's right, that's right That's right/ And look at you burn, we're lost/ Fallin' from the ground Law-free are, we are freedom from the po-po/ We don't need 'em no more And I hope you catch the first blow Souljah Boy I'm givin' much praise to the Lord above me/ No one could change that/ I'm knowin' the difference between life and death and why you lie back? Gimme your life and live forever/ Who put you all on that level? Cuz the life will be nice Souljah Boy will do you better/ Never put anything before your children Honor your mother or father, you're gonna live forever in the Kingdom Peace The Maker; he got somethin' for us/ He gave us life, y'all And he's gonna have to destroy it, gotta make it right -Refrain- Mo! Hart And there shall be great earthquakes and the sun becomes as black as sack cloth and the moon as blood. And the stars of heaven shall fall unto the earth, even as a fig tree casts her untimely figs when she is shaken of the mighty wind. And the heavens the heavens will depart as a scroll when it is rolled together. And every mountain and island will move out of their places. And the kings of the earth, and the great men, and the rich men and the ship captains, and the mighty men, and every bond-man and every free man shall hide themselves in the dens and in the rocks of the mountains. And shall say to the mountain and the rocks, 'Fall on us, fall on us and hide us from the face of him that sit upon the throne and from the wrath of the lamb, for the great day of his wrath has come' And who shall be able to stand? Who shall be able to stand? Who shall be able to stand?

Radioactive (Four Assassins)

WU-TANG CLAN "Iron Flag"
'You will be punished (Wu-Tang style) for all your evil deeds. (Wu-Tang style) Be warned - you will suffer.. (Wu-Tang style) .. justice!' (Wu-Tang style) [GZA] Slept on this hazardous enterprise Hit from the back, from a long range attack in disguise Week self-captivity became months Those who were holdin it down they hold a pump Do we delay the conflict and prolong the suffer Got a mass of starvin niggaz wanna eat supper Unfair corruptions lead to abductions Creatin wider circles of destructions So we attack, with the pen and blaze in From the terrifyin to the fascinating Quick to slay a narrow minded nigga that's hasty to give credit Full of hostile overtones mixed with wack edits They heavily defended airfields But they bodies rot behind punctured steels When I greeted you, you didn't hear a piece of my voice Oh that water was my liquid of choice Forensic couldn't tell it, it was nine tons of steel pellet Powerful projection, noise is deafening Carrier battle groups, that's threatening Higher level bombing, plus The shipment in hand known as alarming, bells ring loud In the same crucial manner but different style (Wu-Tang style, Wu-Tang style!) [Raekwon the Chef] Yeah.. Aiyyo once again, all blunts again Yo the real remain silent, any type of violence I'm in Allah's helpful most, innovative raps that brought wealth through, shot out the belch too We holdin, automatic semis with sick lines Run up, body niggaz, break down shoddy niggaz Styles so sharp, state of the art Greater the mark, flyest creator sprayed layin darts Flowin like water, 'Apocalypse Now' Gun out blaow, wow the shit's wild when you short us Runnin through parkin lots, don't get caught Let off, bark your shots, we outta here, off the blocks [Method Man] It ain't all to the good, muh'fuckers hatin in the hood Gotta a hundred wolves waitin in the woods for the Clan's forthcomin I miss you in the game a court summons And fugitives of rap caught runnin, y'all get locked up E'rything was wack 'til we popped up And got it on and poppin like Orville Reddenbacher Potnah, you ain't got no wins in mi casa Wu-Tang got ya, like every ghetto got a Tasha Request lines are now open, you see these MC's chokin and thinkin, 'What's that SHIT they be smokin' I'm so focused, simple chronic halitosis Keep my shit funky when I spit this braggadocious [hach, spit] Y'all niggaz got some fuckin nerve to critic what I write, that's my muh'fuckin word Blah blah blah, like N'Sync Kiss that ass 'Bye Bye Bye' knahmsayin I ain't playin [Masta Killa] Many shall come, few chose to stay exact Track after track I'm fightin for survival Before me I see hills and mountains they sway The words gotta move and the crowd's like the ocean I walk water holdin y'all suspended with the vocal What's the total people that came to see the Gods I gave thought talent, construct my best poetry Potentcy, high-level content Side effect may cause a tec to eject, many places All ages streets to cages, split faces Shoutin nuff love to the peeps from Miami We live from Pulaski and spread glassy [cut and scratch: 'Wu-Tang style']

Passion

AB-SOUL "Long Term 2: Lifestyles Of The Broke And Almost"
[Verse 1:] Game keep changing, Tats on faces Look close, you can see how rats run races You find it's all about the cheese at the other end They forgot the simple shit, like strengthening your limbs I listen to the radio and I begin to cringe I eat MCs, find a spot inside my fridge When y'all was tricking off, taking bitches to the bridge I was sparking up a cig, tryna tighten up this bridge The hook is real catchy and the verse is interesting Now all I need is a feature from Drake or Lil Wayne I never move hoes, like say a Gucci Mane I'm broke as a bitch, and I spit like I'm insane But what a nigga gotta do to shock the whole nation Sign to ROC nation, become a fucking Mason Monopolize, prophesize an abomination I'll Do it, but you thought it was just music? [Hook:] Passion What the fuck happened Somebody talk to him Motherfuck rapping (Oooooh, where's your passion) [Verse 2:] This for my niggas that log on to All HipHop And listen to niggas they never heard cause they love Hip Hop I got so much drive I never need a pit stop It's scarier than a whole hour of Alfred Hitchcock I'll probably make your bottom lip drop when my shit drop I'm in tip top condition With a hustler's ambition Ounce after ounce, me and Jizzle keep twisting Until we get twisted like the caps on snitches Just know our little passion will take you a long way Like Pussy & Patron can salvage a long day I dive head first in a verse and swim away And pull a pen out and throw a grenade at your brigade Like a Skin Head, you're a barber that can't fade I'm up all night trying to come up with something crazy So while you sleeping like a baby I'm a seal up the deal, no relation to the navy [Hook] [Verse 3:] Uhn I wake up in the morning and compose a rhyme doper than the last time before I even opened my eyes Open-minded to the truth, but not naive to what is fiction I probably love this more than my bitch, say I'm trippin' Leave your ass in a ditch, if you can dig it You mad cause I found my niche and you didn't Too fucking bad Fuck with Ab And so you know, every sentence, it is from the Soul [Alori Joh Sings] [Ab-Soul randomly talks]

Massive Heat

Lord Tariq and Peter Gunz "Make It Reign"
Kurupt:Uh, PG Verse 1: Peter Gunz I walk holdin my balls, About an inch from the wall, Keep hips hypnotized as if My name was biggie smalls, Your girls are docced dip in, Nigga keep a headlock, Trust Gunz with your wife? Motherfucker bet not, Sleep on Peter G, Peas don't eevr doubt it, From here to New Orleans, I'll improve 'em, bout it bout it, When a days I do a Michael, To the days of being jailed, Class with thoughts that kept My fresh mind stale, Bridge: Peter Gunz and Kurupt Now, who you know With the New York, that keeps a brother respect From California like I'm Snoop Doggy Dogg? Peter Gunz: Well, I'm Pete gunny Gunz, For plenty ammo ammo, Shove this pipe in yo wife, And watch her voice hit soprano, I got rhymes, cock mine, Just shits naughty gimmick, That nigga that raps about it But he do it in a minute, Got schemes that'll break yo wealth, Break yo health, You see me comin nigga, Just break yourself, (break yourself) A bronx tails like deniro The girl call me, hero , Bust a kids' in the mouth in a 15-0-0, Playas play on, Hatas hate on, Put my weight on, Hit yo bitch off, And then I skate on, Lay on, me, Nigags can't touch this, Try to rush this? (shit) Fuck this, Get the fuck out of here, (you know what I'm sayin?) Chorus: Kurupt This is for my niggas, Holdin down the street, Sellin guns hand to hand, Under massive heat, Cause a nigga got to do, What he gots to do, So if you that type of nigga, Then it's just for you, All my guns, Swingin niggas from L.A.To New York, Who ain't havin it?Let the picture spray And we talk, Cause a nigga got to do, What he gots to do, So if you that type of nigga, Then it's just for you Verse 2: Sticky Fingaz This is the facsimile, You bout to get that ass faxed, This is simple, And beat with bast, I got a little somethin somethin, For all you cats, And all you fleas, And all you Cs, (all y'all) Midnight dark, Cock back the spark, It starts sparkin, And everything's dark, And I know where them niggas is at, There they go, Gettin hit like, Where the homies at? Where they go? Yeah nigga, Left all alone in the zone, Where heads are flown back, Bone flown in the zone, Terrors, dripemental, Tight and gigantic, Titanium, Subterrainium, Titanic, it's all loose, Vanish and run 'em down, (what?) Peter Gun and the down, Full pound, full round, Tariq stack the pockets of his pants, Rob a fringah, (what?) That's what you get For fucking with niggas with Sticky Fingaz, (yeah, yeah) I though about it, And naw, I don't doubt it, Might get us, But don't fuck with us, Verse 3: Peter Gunz: Gunz (7x) Movin and groovin And showin (fade) Ay yo I blast in the door, Everybody get the fuck down, Anybody move is gettin fucked down, Kurupt pull the truck round, Blindfolded gag these niggas, Grab these niggas, They move bodybag these niggas, That's when they start bitchin, Like, he said it, and he said it , What the funny shit about it (yo) They both gettin get it, Do you head it? It's a lot fish, You might see the Titanic, In this gigantic, But you're dead nigga in Five minutes Verse 4: Lord Tariq Ay yo Gunz,I bust him in the mouth, Give him new meaning to Bite the bullet , If he flips, I won't think, I react just pull it, Got to take 22 full clips, Cock it back to you, Next silly you, I'm killin you, You gettin blessed by the L-O, Say hello to my big partner, Yo with this heavy metal, I'm a rock ya, I tell yo fuckin block, bring your guns, Ya bring your goons, And I'm killin all 9 of y'all motherfuckers, Chorus Lord Tariq: Ay yo I see 9 niggas, I got 9 shots, I gots to stay low, Niggas know me from Robbin spots, Better be get my rec on, Got my vest on, My shit is reinforced, Stick enough to stop Teflon, They got about a key, In the corner, They sittin in a 3, In a quarter, On the way of the manslaughter, So I approach the man, The keys to the car, cash and the coke, Get the fuck on the floor, Or get smoked motherfucker, Starin at the trees on my trucker, Jumped in the 3, I hit a bruptner, I must've been doing about 80, Some niggas gave chasin a Mercedes, I'm laughin, (haha) Cocked my nine, and start blastin, Six to the chest, For being swift with the tongue, Now you use a garbage bag, For a lung, You can't fuck with a gun, I've been in this game since '81, Lord Tariq and Peter Gunz y'all done

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